[Verse 1]
Gazed at the ceiling from below
A splendid Michelangelo
Filled my heart with delight
Last Saturday night
[Verse 2]
Arrived believing from home
Climbed every step inside St. Peter's Dome
Claustrophobic and ex-Catholic
Last Saturday night
[Bridge]
Now how come nobody really noticed
Puff of white smoke knocked me out
The truth is hiding, lurking, banking
Things they do at night
[Verse 3]
It's quite suspicious to say the least
Even mentioned it to my local priest
One Our Father, three Hail Marys
Each Saturday night
[Guitar Solo]
Gazed at the ceiling from below
A splendid Michelangelo
Filled my heart with delight
Last Saturday night
[Verse 2]
Arrived believing from home
Climbed every step inside St. Peter's Dome
Claustrophobic and ex-Catholic
Last Saturday night
[Bridge]
Now how come nobody really noticed
Puff of white smoke knocked me out
The truth is hiding, lurking, banking
Things they do at night
[Verse 3]
It's quite suspicious to say the least
Even mentioned it to my local priest
One Our Father, three Hail Marys
Each Saturday night
[Guitar Solo]
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